whistle

photo courtesy of Erica DuBois

Ever since I was a child, my dad and I were the whistling duo.  My mother and brother did not understand, since their pucker produced only a mere rush of wind and no sound.  It came naturally to us, and we often found ourselves harmonizing with the other one and not even being aware of our noise.  We would be scorned by people in the same vicinity as us as annoying... but we kept on whistling, and still do.